In your perception, I am only what you perceive me to be, until the moment of contact.

Once contact has been initiated, I have become – as you have to me – a link.

Now together, through the process of contact, we have established a permanent binding, its permanence the result of thought and memory echoing in the now like holographic isotopes, living holons of tiered remembrance, affecting through infinitely varying degrees the choices I decide upon the now.

We have become transducers to all that we have experienced, touched, and contacted. In infinite resonating spirals our energy exchange spirals ever outward adding – transforming – the geometric web of incomprehensible complexity.

However you perceive your world, there exist those here to change your perception of what it is to breathe. An acceleration of this intensifying field is resulting from a branching cognizance, much like a liquid crystallizing and branching as it solidifies into the collective consciousness.

In your perception, I am only what you perceive me to be, until the moment of contact.

Once contact has been initiated, I have become – as you have to me – a link.

Now together, through the process of contact, we have established a permanent binding, its permanence the result of thought and memory echoing in the now like holographic isotopes, living holons of tiered remembrance, affecting through infinitely varying degrees the choices I decide upon the now.

We have become transducers to all that we have experienced, touched, and contacted. In infinite resonating spirals our energy exchange spirals ever outward adding – transforming – the geometric web of incomprehensible complexity.

However you perceive your world, there exist those here to change your perception of what it is to breathe. An acceleration of this intensifying field is resulting from a branching cognizance, much like a liquid crystallizing and branching as it solidifies into the collective consciousness.

In your perception, I am only what you perceive me to be, until the moment of contact.

Once contact has been initiated, I have become – as you have to me – a link.

Now together, through the process of contact, we have established a permanent binding, its permanence the result of thought and memory echoing in the now like holographic isotopes, living holons of tiered remembrance, affecting through infinitely varying degrees the choices I decide upon the now.

We have become transducers to all that we have experienced, touched, and contacted. In infinite resonating spirals our energy exchange spirals ever outward adding – transforming – the geometric web of incomprehensible complexity.

However you perceive your world, there exist those here to change your perception of what it is to breathe. An acceleration of this intensifying field is resulting from a branching cognizance, much like a liquid crystallizing and branching as it solidifies into the collective consciousness.

I have explored it and I am beginning to recognize it as I travel this inner sanctum of my soul. Other tastes have wrapped me up for so long I have become confused in a mess of chaotic feelings not true to my buried creative potential.

But I will claw; I will burn with every fiber of experience to expose the truth that lies within.

The final truth; to discover, explore and begin to truly know one’s self.

The final truth; to discover, explore and begin to truly know one’s self.

Quoting: Sickscent

The final truth is this:

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

In our minds I believe we do our sentence, trapped by linguistics and conceptualization. They are never enough…

Out of the vast emptiness of higher densities they come. Across living energy and the reality of dreams they bring messages to minds so numb. We question what we experience and deny, or bury deep the avenue to enlightenment.

Do they realize that every moment, waking or dreaming or disembodied, is woven into life… life that is brighter than love and more mysterious than darkness? Life that is forever and always… everchanging.

The final truth; to discover, explore and begin to truly know one’s self.

The final truth is this:

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

The final truth; to discover, explore and begin to truly know one’s self.

The final truth is this:

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit.

written by Max Ehrmann

Quoting: Anonymous Coward 925775

The goals of my life strike not a common chord. So tension and frustration make up the tongue that licks my wounds.

These goals come from inner thoughts, thoughts that lie outside the common social structure and evolve from feelings deeper than the myopic soup of collective population…

~here is my hand...it can be closed like a fist...or open to hold...yet it is still my hand.~Today is cancelled...due to lack of interest.~Without order nothing exists. Without chaos nothing evolves.

ac 618285:~"without both order and chaos, the illusion would not be able to continue.one day in the far away future, order will submit to chaos and the entire illusion will vanish."--------------------------------:nan1:

It has become such a life of reflection and anticipation. Now isn’t that ironic? It is not necessarily a reflection on what I have done so much as what my past has made me and the realization of what my life has created. I anticipate what it will bring for me, though I am not exactly waiting for it. I would rather it slam into me. Something so indescribable I cannot comprehend it.

I wrote about this feeling once before: A Fusion of Souls is about to take place…

Reflections of better times and better places no longer exist. I have delved so deep inside my soul I have come to the understanding that the reflections are actually the experiences that have made up my life, that make me who I am.

My thoughts retreat back to a time when feelings of any kind are experienced. So intense they are, having been tattooed on my soul, though, like memories, the color of them fades as if left beneath the sun too long.

I yearn to feel experiences I have not felt before. This life, this life has become so stagnant, so ritualistic…

It is not that I crave a change in the objective, although pleasantries of that nature certainly wet the soul. No, I crave a change in the subjective. I feel the two friends Darkness and Loneliness have stained my soul for too long.

I need to get back in touch with myself. I have strayed a very long way from my center. It is difficult being this sensitized to the world, to the people surrounding my life.

I want to go deep, deep down into the thing that I am. Touch my soul and release it. Let it flow out and consume my subjective being.

I can sense it here. I feel it. It’s just out of sight. It feels strange. It is here. And it is me. But it feels like someone else.

I hope one day I allow it to span this chasm of fear and sorrow that I have dug. Let my soul cross it, and like the sands beneath the ocean waves, I will let it engulf me and let it preside over the confusion and doubts that have constructed my life.

I need to get back in touch with myself. I have strayed a very long way from my center. It is difficult being this sensitized to the world, to the people surrounding my life.

I want to go deep, deep down into the thing that I am. Touch my soul and release it. Let it flow out and consume my subjective being.

I can sense it here. I feel it. It’s just out of sight. It feels strange. It is here. And it is me. But it feels like someone else.

I hope one day I allow it to span this chasm of fear and sorrow that I have dug. Let my soul cross it, and like the sands beneath the ocean waves, I will let it engulf me and let it preside over the confusion and doubts that have constructed my life.

Quoting: Sickscent

Yo, dude, seriously.. you need to take all these posts and arrange them like poems, edit the rough spots for a little more rhythm and rhyme.. and you have a best-selling poetic spiritual anthology.. or whatever it's called.. epic!

I need to get back in touch with myself. I have strayed a very long way from my center. It is difficult being this sensitized to the world, to the people surrounding my life.

I want to go deep, deep down into the thing that I am. Touch my soul and release it. Let it flow out and consume my subjective being.

I can sense it here. I feel it. It’s just out of sight. It feels strange. It is here. And it is me. But it feels like someone else.

I hope one day I allow it to span this chasm of fear and sorrow that I have dug. Let my soul cross it, and like the sands beneath the ocean waves, I will let it engulf me and let it preside over the confusion and doubts that have constructed my life.

Yo, dude, seriously.. you need to take all these posts and arrange them like poems, edit the rough spots for a little more rhythm and rhyme.. and you have a best-selling poetic spiritual anthology.. or whatever it's called.. epic!

Quoting: lol 1035329

Thanks...Problem is...I am fucking tired...I have gone deep, and continue to have experiences...I don't know, I would love to, but I have work to deal with too...

Splash the paper with colorful, vibrant thoughts to surprise and awaken creative images. Nothing quite discernable, just swirling electrical energies flashing across a mind’s eye. Living paint sculptured in brilliant dimensional fluidity; a mind stroke of genius experienced only by that of the dreamer. Mesmerized transfixion as attempts to voice the pleasures are crude in the most descriptive of uses. Blasphemy on the tongue of the envisioner.

Blurred images of self realization. I walk in problematic times to filter what I am being. I walk with unsteady presence to a happenstance of what I might pretend to be. Not pretentious, at all. I am something I will never pretend to be.

She lies on a bed next to me. I lie on the floor with a blanket. I put my hand up to caress her face and notice that her hand has been pressed against my side in affection.

She says she has to go back to work at 11 pm and will be back at 7:30 am. She wants to call in sick. I experience incredible feelings of love for her. She comes down by my side. I tell her that I am really scared because I don’t feel that this is real, that I am afraid of losing the feeling of her lying next to me. She says the same thing, but not to worry. I cannot explain to her why I think this is a dream, but I know it is not a dream. We start kissing and the vibrations start. It’s like a shockwave through my body. It is so intense feeling her lips pressed against mine in the dark and feeling this love going through the both of us. The vibration begins a strobe like effect in my vision of the dream. I know that she is real and this is not a dream. I am scared. I am going to lose her. I cannot get rid of this nagging feeling that this might be just a dream. The vibrations feel familiar. That thought alone pulls me away from her. I am awake, but half-way still in the dream. I am bilocated, in two places at once. In one place I am lying in bed alone, vibrations streaming through my body. The other place I am trying to hold on to her, trying not to lose her.

A very disjointed feeling occurs. They are trying to trick me. It almost frightens me, but it doesn’t. I concentrate on the vibrations to try and get back to her. But I know it is just Them screwing with me. I tell Them that that is when we feel the most love; individually, intimately. One on One. We never feel that way collectively. It seems like that is what They wanted to know. I remember telling Them this...so They would let me back into the dream with her. Instead, I am pulled fully awake.

rippled motes dancing merrilyplaying in multi-hued extravagancejoin in the orchestra infinate.sighs of pulse and feeling.

welcome.

~you are love~the key...it's almost time.

!poke the bulge!

~here is my hand...it can be closed like a fist...or open to hold...yet it is still my hand.~Today is cancelled...due to lack of interest.~Without order nothing exists. Without chaos nothing evolves.

ac 618285:~"without both order and chaos, the illusion would not be able to continue.one day in the far away future, order will submit to chaos and the entire illusion will vanish."--------------------------------:nan1:

I feel drawn to this thread and what you are saying but I don't know why and my initial reaction is to call bullshit but it resonates with me.

I am wrapped in frustration and feel trapped in the walls of work and taxes and oil spills and career hierarchy and the expectations of my loved ones. My protection of my vulnerabilities and repression of anger has led to an unwanted distance between me and my loved ones... my emotions are shallow like water running over me. I feel I have no place in the structured world.... and if I allowed the deep emotions and convictions to escape there would be no cognitive dissonance but would negate any chance of normalcy, security, retirement funds and societal acceptance.

You shall know the TRUTH, and the TRUTH shall set you free. *********************************rikerglp (at) gmail.com*********************************

goodmorning sickscent......if you do not know who you are how can you function?......

....you do function (live) so you must know what you are...

....no????

Quoting: aether 1028612

Well, now...that is a very involved question aether...the answer is multi-faceted...I know what I am...I am the experiences that I have...experienced...I know that...

I am an identical twin...up until middle school, people, often times - even our parents - treated as as one person...even though our identities were our own...we have completely different personalities...didn't matter...even into college people thought and treated us as if we had the same likes and dislikes...of course some we had, some we didn't. Imagine that...people treating you as if you were someone else...even the ones closest to you...

Now, my 'visitation' experiences...there are extremely large chunks of my life...missing...and there are quite a few of them...imagine yourself aether...knowing you have had intelligent contact with other intelligences, and not knowing anything about the interaction...what did you experience? what did you talk about? what did you learn? Something as simple as...where were you at? What and who did you meet? What do you do when you're with them? Do you behave the same way around them as you do in with others? How is the behavior different?

ALL FUCKING UNKNOWN

How am I supposed to KNOW who I am? How do I function...? How do I live...? Aether, YOU know how I do that...you once, very recently, called me driven...why do you think that is? Out of all the correspondences we have had...why do you think I am driven to learning and experiencing the things I tell you about...?

I feel drawn to this thread and what you are saying but I don't know why and my initial reaction is to call bullshit but it resonates with me.

I am wrapped in frustration and feel trapped in the walls of work and taxes and oil spills and career hierarchy and the expectations of my loved ones. My protection of my vulnerabilities and repression of anger has led to an unwanted distance between me and my loved ones... my emotions are shallow like water running over me. I feel I have no place in the structured world.... and if I allowed the deep emotions and convictions to escape there would be no cognitive dissonance but would negate any chance of normalcy, security, retirement funds and societal acceptance.

Quoting: Riker

Riker...why would you call bullshit? Curious...it is just my feelings, my experiences...I didn't put anything in here that is about anything else except for myself...why would you 'almost' say my thoughts and experiences are bullshit?

~here is my hand...it can be closed like a fist...or open to hold...yet it is still my hand.~Today is cancelled...due to lack of interest.~Without order nothing exists. Without chaos nothing evolves.

ac 618285:~"without both order and chaos, the illusion would not be able to continue.one day in the far away future, order will submit to chaos and the entire illusion will vanish."--------------------------------:nan1: